so today i got my hair cut. it was a big step for me…i know it is just hair. it grows. i’ve had it short before. but for many reasons, some good, some bad, i was really attached to my long hair. it had become a bit of a security blanket. i was comfortable with it and it worked for me. until recently. with all the transitions i’m going through i often feel like i’m being swept up in some tide…and i’m not the strongest swimmer. when i surface for air i’ve found that a lot of what i thought I was doing for ‘me’, has actually been for someone else. a construct of what I Should be. Could be. If only I just Would be.
So this hair cut although simply JUST a hair cut, became a lot more to me…and I almost backed out…even when I sat in the chair and my glamorous stylist took out her scissors. I almost told her to forget all about it. But I didn’t. I steeled myself and went through with it. and layers of my past fell to the floor with each tangled lock. I feel free and light.
I feel great.